The Jordache Look

Nothing ever fit inside of you; a
hairbrush would’ve been asking far too much
of a bag that was a bag in theory
only – oh, it had a strap and unzipped,
but it was understood that conveyance
was secondary. This was appearance.
We had to have at least one. Having more –
well, that was optimal. We could match them
to our outfits (ohmigod, like, so cool).
I had you, just you, only you, powder
blue with one strap held by a safety pin,
because you carried more weight than the rest,
because I couldn’t not stuff you with things.
Because I couldn’t get the hang of “cool.”